Still breathing and whispering in faint voices
Terrorist is the sun extremist in his vices
Dear Mother Earth! Order your eldest sons,
Winds, the beloveds may join the oceans
Hop, soon the fighters, will take off, and intercept,
The satanic old sun must be defeated,
But exiled only to come back in the winter
Having learnt some affection that of a father!
Karachi is waiting for the clouds of love,
A bird has come out, welcome, it’s a dove!